High

I spent the weekend with some lovely people, cohort 1 and 2 Saltire Fellows who kindly let me (a random hanger on) join them on their leadership weekend in Skye.

We climbed up a hill - Quiraing. You may recall that hills are not my thing. The last hill I went up was Coniston Old Man and that was (thankfully) aaages ago. Still, made it up and down again. It wasn't as steep for as long, this one. Would you believe it, one amongst us had recently carried a chair and a table up Quiraing and eaten a formal dinner up the top on a stag night!